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by aipsylon on Sun Oct 03, 2010 2:11 am
The holy blade was plunging down, glowing brightly with the bright, pure white light, hoping its nature would keep the titan away. Victory was his for a moment, but then he saw it. The bladed flash of the gaping titan's maw sliding toward his sword arm, it was before the blow landed, but not in time to move out out the way. He would turn the blade sideways to cut through the jaw as it clamped down and around it. He focused his will on it as the jaws came clamping around his arm, the acid beginning to burn through it, and cutting through the armor as if it were not there. The pain was intense as he he continued to focus his will on breaking through the jaw, pushing pushing down on the blade. His strength not quite enough to breach through he had left a deep groove but he also know that would be too late, the next clamp would separate his arm from his shoulder and he did not think his strength enough to break it.
The titan erupted in flames, the holy light burning it in a way that must have made the pain intense for the titan, the holy light digging further through the bladed jaw, the force of the bite he had taken still pressing on his arm. He realized then the titan had no intention of letting his arm go, that the teeth were pressing into his arm and its teeth were dripping acid burning it away where the shadow of its teeth shielded it. He had been waiting for an instant to react when there titan opened his maw to finish separating his arm, but now he saw that he did not need to it would not be long before it could simply wrench it off. Just as he brought the full force down to cut through the titan's jaw it broke off, the blade plunging down toward the girl. He thanked God for guiding his hand and blade though the armor he wore that protected him from magic also made him unable to feel the Power that had broken the jaw from beneath his blade and that surrounded the girl and him. It was force as pure and simple as could be. Christopher did not know Why God had acted in such a manner though he was glad he had, until the staff would be driven into his back just moments after his blade hit the ground, , the protective force vanishing from around him.
His body froze and refused to move as he slowly began to topple forward. The light that had protected him as much as it had from the titan also had numbed his sense, too late had he realized the attack from behind he was so focused on his attack, and where the titan was. The staff shattered against his stone hard skin a moment later. While normally an advantage it left it hard to remove the stake from him as none of it protruded from his flesh.
Falling forward he caught a glimpse of what he only barely recognized as Leelea and he fought to impose his thoughts to her head. (Auspex 4) <Leelea Solimar ask your father's forgivness, only he loves you enough to let you choose, only he loves you enough to let you fail, let you learn. Nyx is a demon and she lies, her offers of sweet rewards and power to do what you will come with a terrible price. Do you not think I would wish to take up that power to use it to save myself now, but no, Our Father who art in heaven, would not wish it so. Please Leelea, give up the power before you use it, before you cannot walk away. Please I beg you fight against my soul for all eternity, and cripple me that I may not be commanded to take action against Our father when my soul is commanded to. Your father does what Nyx cannot, he loves you. Ask and you shall be forgiven.>
It was then that his eyes could no longer see her and a second later his face collapsed to the ground he could not see anything but he knew that she had heard, he knew because he caught her first thought.
He lay there face down on the ground, knowing he had failed, Nyx would resurect the girl as she has said and the gate would open, it was the end of the fight for him, Josephina was gone, Leelea corrupted, or powerless. It was over certainly, there was nothing to oppose Nyx, and for the the first time in several hundred years Sir Christopher Redway was defeated totally.
A man once shrouded by magic in the chaos now stood visible. He tightly held his staff of gnarled wood, its near living length etched with silver runes of a language long since dead. On his left hand he wore a ring of pure silver, shaped as the wind swirling about it, ending in a mouth-like void. On his other was a second ring of silver as well, though this one was in the shape of a twisted vine wrapping thrice around his finger, a blossom on the top that moved between bloom and bud. Upon his head was straggly hair long, and mostly ungroomed, though clean, the rustic look of the man he was passing middle age, and his face showed the strong wear of stress, his loose, black, speckled beard was almost as moss save for the color. He had been watching hoping that the gate would be closed by the forces there that opposed her, he had no need to do anything at all.
Unfortunately this was not the case, the brave servant of the dead was about to fall. This he had no problem with for some time the dead presence in the castle on the hill held it back the forest there. He would never encroach because the balance would have to be maintained even for that. Only in balance is there room for growth. The Titan's jaw separated and the dark ally fallen he focus on the body Christopher had been so eager to kill, the girl there. As he glanced at her lifeless body he felt the world around her devoid of life, devoid of power, it was death and chaos, it was who he had thought. It was Nyx, night and chaos he looked at those there, the titan large and looming would take first priority in his focus, but second would be the girl Tirza and the fat she held inside. He knew the will of the fate to be what controlled her now. The eyes and skin aglow showing that as she commanded the girl In his right hand he created a complex set of pursts of force, in his left he formed a second working, as he did the ground beneath her feet became as thick sap. For twenty yards in any direction
Even as he stood there his face held no emotion, nothing but plain focus, the deadly look of a man that had been around as long as any of the three, and even more frightening the magic he held was not only his not just the magick of an ancient mortal who seemed to be timeless, but that of Gaia, nature herself channeled through a mortal shell. If she were paying attention Nyx would be certain to recognize it moments before the man spoke, his own tone amplified with a double voice of both he and Gaia speaking in concert. āNyx You were sent there long ago, banished not to return. You should have known not to try to come here so close to the tree of life, and at the heart of my domain.ā He planted the staff before lifting it focusing his will waiting for the bladed titan to attack.
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